April 06, 2014

How do you feel? Well, let me tell you how I feel.

No matter where I turn, I always end up in an inner conflict with the social representations of society in interpersonal relations.

So many things have already been said, and so many are said every day, but it feels like it's never quite enough said.
This time around I was reading a blog, and there was this girl explaining how she sees interpersonal relationships today and how she feels about it. I think the post is written very good. She explains how man are against committing because of various reasons, but the main one is "I am still trying to find myself". Or when they decide they don't want to keep seeing a person, they just ignore her. No closure. Nothing. Which of course leaves a woman wondering a) what happened with the guy, as in, did he died? and b) what is wrong with me? Did I do something wrong? Of course she is frustrated and thoughtfully pissed off. Is being lead on and then "boooom" dumped with no reason or explanation whatsoever. Show me a person that would not be pissed off about it! She is trying to explain in her post how communication matters. A lot. And that we need closure. 

I mean, no one is going to kill themselves because someone did not reciprocate our feelings. It hurts, don't get me wrong, but we heal and we move on. While no closure leave us with feelings of confusion and so many questions and most of the time we turn the answers to ourselves, as in, something is wrong with me, I must have done something wrong. 

Which is wrong. So very wrong. 

It's also hard to tell a person, that sadly we don't feel the same attraction or share the same feelings as they do. It's really hard, actually. But should't we respect the person and tell them what we feel, rather then just leave them be in this state of wondering what is wrong with them? People have enough of insecurities all by themselves and I think we should try our best not to add them up to them. 

But what bothered me the most about that post, were the comments. All the male population that commented on the post, were plain rude and hateful. As in "You are attacking men, most probably you have a problem" or "It's you that are doing things wrong and not the men population". And I was like O_o. I was so angry. 

So what, if someone express their opinion about the view of the world (that is different from others) we have to attack them for doing so? Funny, cause most of the women agreed with the post. 

But it left me wondering.. Why do men always attack women, when they say what they think? Same goes for the other way around. Don't they see?

It's neither's fault. It's society's fault. 

Lets leave feminism aside for a moment, thought it does play a big role here. We'll come to it later. Society wanted to create individuals full of insecurities, with no sense or a very poor sense of rightness and wrongness, and with values that are much different from the ones people had 50 years ago. Why? Because these people will be perfect consumers. They will buy anything that keep them fit, young, beautiful, special. To fill that void they constantly feel in their chests. Because, this is what the capitalism wanted. 

That's why if you look back, 20-10 years ago, you must remember the revolution of parenting. Permissive upbringing style. It exploded like a bomb and expanded rapidly in the Western societies. Parents did't punish their child any more when he/she did something wrong. The word "no" became nonexistent. Because really, if you say no once, doesn't really work with kids. You have to say it more times than once. So, no word "no", no punishment for bad behaviour or actions, no nothing. Therefore, a child can do anything with no consequences whatsoever. Now, take the fact that these kids are now grown ups, and tell me what you see?

A disaster, a collapse of values and most of interpersonal relationship that are going nowhere, because they require work and effort. And God forbid I actually have to work on something. I mean, it's easier to just leave it behind, say nothing and just disappear without saying anything? No. I am telling you now, this is wrong.

But what actually bothered me the most about those comments was.. you're a feminist. Why? Because I speak up mind mind? Oh my god, this word, seems these days has become the biggest insult ever. I don't even think people know the meaning of this word. And they throw it at your face like nothing. For anything that you say that involves speaking up for yourself. Well, let me tell you, this isn't feminism. 

I was talking with a very good friend the other day and he said "Women wear make-up to impress men". And I was like "Huh?" For the record, I don't wear make-up every day. Not because I don't like it, but because, quite honestly I can't be bothered to wake up half an hour before to do it. I do, however, wear it when I got out. But I don't wear it to impress someone, I wear it because it makes me feel prettier. And there is a difference there. Women may not feel pretty without it, or they just like to wear it, or just whatever. If it makes someone feel better about themselves, why not? And feminism has nothing to do with it.

What I actually felt in that moment when he said it was.. I may not have all the answers. And I definitely don't. I definitely don't know how all the women of the world think. But I do know something. I am not happy with the society today. I do struggle everyday. I go to work, I go to University, I pay my bills, my University fees, the drinks that I drink, the food that I eat. I have my insecurities, my problems and my consequences to face. And I bear it. All by myself. Everyday. Do you think it's easy? It's not. Yeah, I am independent, but at what cost? After 12-hours shift, everything hurts. I am 25 and I look at my legs with all the blue veins popping out from standing for so long? For the sake of being independent? And when I speak my mind about all the things that are wrong in this society, you say I am a feminist? Really?! 

Because what feminists wanted to achieve, was independence, freedom. I get it. But in the society that we live today is so so fucking hard to survive on our own. Men or women.  And bearing it all by ourselves is even harder. So, don't call me a feminist, because I am trying to survive, or to get a slightly better future for myself. Just don't. Because I am not doing it because I want to, I am doing it because I have to. 

I was raised in a collective society. And I still believe in it. Individualism and such... it's  feels wrong. We were born as social human beings. We rely on each other to survive. It might not mean literally as it did 2000 years ago. But, a group is stronger. Together we are stronger. A deep connection with people around us make us feel stronger, valuable and accepted.  We don't have to face the world all by ourselves. But, together we can face anything.

Until next time,



April 05, 2014

Orange Blossom by Sarah Daltry Release Blitz




Orange Blossom - Release Blitz
By Sarah Daltry
New Adult Contemporary
Date Published: April 4, 2014

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“I’ve never understood a year. A year was always a measurement of something bad for me. A year in my father’s prison sentence, a year since my mom’s death, a year left of school before I could get far, far away from here. Now, as I look down the end of my college career, with only a little more than a semester to go, a year seems like something magical. It has been a year since Lily chose me, since she sat with me on the old swing set and made a decision that I was worthy of her. And every minute of the entire year has been better than the last.”

You already know their stories: Lily, the perfect princess, always living someone else’s life. And Jack, the broken boy, who had stopped believing in hope. Somehow, though, they found each other and what was one night blossomed into a love story.

Now, a year later, Jack and Lily are dreaming of the future. Despite all of his promises to himself that he would never be indebted to anyone, Jack makes a new promise – this time to Lily – that he will be there for her forever. But when life unravels for them, he starts to pull away, and Lily worries he’s out of reach for good.

When Jack does the unthinkable, Lily is left destroyed. Is it possible to have a happily ever after? Does love ever really save anyone?

EXCERPT

He’s smiling. Not that smirk he gets when he’s bitter but also pleased about something. It’s not the smile that says that he knows happiness is temporary. When he lines up his Skee-ball shot, there is a smile on his face that is pure. Genuine. It’s like taking a step back and seeing Jack in a photograph. One from years before his life went crazy. He is just a dorky kid playing Skee-ball and he’s so happy when he nails the shot. He does an awkward little dance and it’s the kind of thing about Jack that makes me love him. He’s gorgeous and sexy and aggressive yet sweet. He’s kind and considerate of me, both sexually and in general. But I don’t love Jack for that. I love him because there is light in the world in the space he takes up. I know he doesn’t see it, but he’s inside himself. From the outside, all I see is the absolute electricity and fire that fills the air around him.
“That’s how it’s done,” he tells me when he finishes his game, wrapping up his ridiculous stack of tickets. I’m so going to lose, but I don’t care. He’s happy. I just almost wish I were better at this, so we could stay here longer, so that Jack could be this part of himself for as long as he needs.
“I think you’re perfect,” I say.
“Because I’m good at Skee-ball? Shit, that’s all it takes?”
I shake my head. “No, but you tell me all the time. I don’t think I ever say it to you. I don’t like the idea of perfection. It’s too much of a standard to live up to, but I don’t think you even understand. It’s cheesy and probably cliché, but I just can’t imagine how I could breathe without you. How did I exist before this?”
He looks down, uncomfortable because it is one thing to tell Jack he’s hot or sexy; he can handle that and he gets arrogant and ridiculous when I tell him that. However, this part of him, this vulnerability, he buries it so deep that drawing attention to it makes him want to disappear. But I don’t want that. I want him to embrace it, because it’s beautiful.
“Don’t look down,” I say and I lift his face to look at me. His eyes explode with light, the way fireworks do on New Year’s when the sky is like ink and then it’s suddenly on fire. I lean in and kiss him, feeling his hands tighten on my arms and his lips opening against mine. He’s scared. I can feel it in the way he kisses me today; he feels himself falling and he is trying to hold on and I need to figure out how to be steady enough to hold him. “Trust me,” I plead. “Let me take some of what you’re feeling. I can handle it, Jack.”
He nods. “Another day. Today, I just want to stay here, to be here with you, where it’s safe and comfortable and my entire world is this. Where strawberries and popcorn and Skee-ball and shitty plastic toys are the entirety of what exists.” He pauses. “I promise, Lily. I will. Soon. But let me hide from it. Just for a little longer?”
“Okay, but don’t hide from me, okay?” I ask.

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About the Author

Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She’s written works in various genres – romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn’t as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she’s been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships – romantic, familial, friendly – because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn’t matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future – human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah’s stories.

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.

When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.

The other titles in the Flowering series are Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, Blue Rose, and Star of Bethlehem. The final book, Ambrosia, will be out in June.

Sarah has also written Bitter Fruits, an urban fantasy romance, and Backward Compatible, a gamer geek romantic comedy.

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April 04, 2014

Its In His Kiss Anthology Book Blitz


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It’s In His Kiss (Six Authors, Six Vacation Romances) - Release Blitz
Contemporary Romance
Date Published: April 2, 2014

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Going on vacation never felt so good! Six steamy stories, six sexy men to take you away from it all and sweep you off your feet. Each sweet and spicy novella is approximately 10,000 words (35 pages) and is available exclusively in this collection. Your vacation getaways include:

Ashley Blake: In “Kisses on Fire” (Amazing Love #2.5), the last thing broken-hearted Abby Hunter is looking for is a vacation romance with sexy, mysterious Zane Andrews—until she finds the courage to stop running and start healing.

Ava Claire: In “Waiting for You,” Melissa Foster’s dream getaway to Santa Cruz becomes a solo trip after her boyfriend dumps her. Who would have guessed that wealthy entrepreneur Logan Mason would be part of her vacation package?

Rosalind James: In “Just for You” (Escape to New Zealand #0.5), rugby star Hemi Ranapia meets a beautiful—and very unimpressed­—blast from his past, and finds his fishing holiday taking a most unexpected turn.

Sabrina Lacey: In “The Fall” (Throbbing Hearts #0.5), Brendan Clark receives the gift of a weekend in Mendocino to lick some romantic wounds, and discovers an older woman with a broken heart of her own.

Kimball Lee: In “Curing Charlotte” (The Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles), publishing magnate Alexander Bly hopes that an exotic vacation will help Charlotte Christiansen regain her lost memories of their love. But the real cure may be in his kiss . . .

Ellie Meade: In “The Best Man,” Maid of Honor Kayley Frost finds herself in sunny Aruba, attending a wedding she should have never agreed to. After meeting the sinfully sexy Best Man, she discovers her long-lost confidence returning—and her world being set on fire.

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Ashley Blake likes to combine a good romance with steamy love scenes. Her goal is to write stories that stimulate your heart and your senses!

Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her e-reader, Ava likes road tripping, karaoke, vintage fashion, and fantasizing about her favorite book boyfriends.

Rosalind James, the author of the Amazon-bestselling “Escape to New Zealand” series and “Kincaids” series, attributes her success to the suspicion that “lots of women would like to escape to New Zealand! I know I did!”

Sabrina Lacey's writing style blend of funny and sizzling has made her first series, “I Love My . . . Romance” an Amazon best-seller, hitting number one in both erotica and women's fiction. She writes from the heart, about the heart, and for the heart.

Kimball Lee is the author of the Amazon best-selling series “The Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles,” as well as the “Temptation Road” series and “LUC: In The Age Of Copies.” She writes romantic, funny, interesting, happy, sad, thrilling, often titillating, and always thought-provoking books that pack a lot of good reading into just the right number of pages, while leaving out the “boring parts”!

Ellie Meade is a wife and a mother of three rambunctious children. Her active imagination and passion for love stories inspire her to write sexy, edgy, and enthralling romance novels.

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April 02, 2014

Waiting on Rebel Belle by Rachel Hawkins


"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Breaking the Spine to shine a spotlight on upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

Rebel Belle by Rachel Hawkins
Putnam Juvenile, to be released on April 8th 2014

Harper Price, peerless Southern belle, was born ready for a Homecoming tiara. But after a strange run-in at the dance imbues her with incredible abilities, Harper's destiny takes a turn for the seriously weird. She becomes a Paladin, one of an ancient line of guardians with agility, super strength and lethal fighting instincts.

Just when life can't get any more disastrously crazy, Harper finds out who she's charged to protect: David Stark, school reporter, subject of a mysterious prophecy and possibly Harper's least favorite person. But things get complicated when Harper starts falling for him--and discovers that David's own fate could very well be to destroy Earth.

With snappy banter, cotillion dresses, non-stop action and a touch of magic, this new young adult series from bestseller Rachel Hawkins is going to make y'all beg for more.

- Goodreads.com description

Holy shit, I love Rachel Hawkins' books!! Hex hall serie was just awesome, and I have a feeling this one will be amazing too. The main character sounds like a person I will really like! Exciting, exciting!!


What are you waiting on this Wednesday? :)

April 01, 2014

Top Ten "Gateway" Books In My Reading Journey

It's Top 10 Tuesday (hosted at The Broke and the Bookish) and the topic is:  
Top Ten "Gateway" Books In My Reading Journey 


1. Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
Well, this book hooked me up with reading again. And it restored my relationship with my mother so.. Yeah, I will be forever grateful.

2. Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead
Oh, this serie! THIS serie was the best thing that ever happened to me! I started to believe in myself more again, and it made me realise that book are made of awesome.

3. Divergent by Veronica Roth
Holy shit, I never knew I would love this genre so so much! And it has inspired me to write my first review ever.

4. City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
Needless to say, this book introduced me to the world of pure awesomeness.

5. Nine Rules To Break While Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean
Oh, this book introduced me to the fabulous world of historical romance. And let me tell you, I am very grateful!

6. Bared To You by Sylvia Day
Where even to begin? This book is made of awesome and it introduced me to Adult Romance and Sylvia Day. My life could never be the same again.

7. Saving June by Hannah Harrington
This book introduced me to the beautiful world of Young Adult Contemporary books! I was really into anything paranormal, and after this, I started reading more Contemporary books.

8. The Sky Is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson
This book introduced me to the beautiful world of poetry. 

9. The Iron King by Julie Kagawa
Who would have ever thought that faeries could be so freaking cool? This serie is epic!

10. Losing it by Cora Carmack
Ha, this book made me fall head over heels for the New Adult genre! 
What are your "getaway" books? :)



Black Cats and Ballet Slippers by Iva Valentino Week Blitz



Black Cats and Ballet Slippers - Week Blitz
By Iva Valentino
Middle Grade Humor
Date Published: March 7, 2014


Gemma Mayfield feels like middle school is a lot to bite off and chew. School, ballet classes, and planning on how to get Trevor Davis to ask her to the Halloween Dance are a tough balancing act. On top of that, Gemma is convinced that her science teacher, Ms. Pruett, is a witch.

When things start getting fishy at school, Gemma knows that Ms. Pruett is behind it all! Students are getting spells placed on them and start to go missing. Gemma and her best friend, Izzie, vow to stop Ms. Pruett from doing any more damage. Will they be able to save Middleton Middle School from witchcraft?

EXCERPT

Okay, so something REALLY strange is going on. Boys are from a different planet, but right now a few of them at Middleton are acting like they’re from a different universe. (Wait. Does this make sense? Is there more than one universe? Ugh. Maybe I should have paid more attention last year in Astronomy.)

So, by the time I got to Ms. Pruett’s class, I had already worked myself into a super version of “I Don’t Wanna Go To Class Because I’m Creeped Out!” mode. I walked into the Science Laboratory, and I swear I felt the cold of Building 400 smack me right in the face. I’m not kidding.

Of course Ms. Pruett was at the door, acting like her sweet old lady self (ha ha, I know better), and was welcoming all the kids into the classroom. I just kept my head down and muttered a hello as I passed. Staying below the radar was the goal. Then I sat down at my lab table and shivered a bit.

Joey sat down at the table just a second later. Normally he is really loud and obnoxious, cracking jokes, and calling to the other Soccer Jocks across the room. Today he was quiet.

“Hey,” I said, trying to be friendly. I thought maybe we could commiserate on us both having spells cast on us. Joey responded with a “hey” but didn’t say much else. Hello? Was this the Joey I knew?

“So, Joey, are you feeling okay?” I asked. “You know, after yesterday…”

Joey didn’t say anything, but began writing on a piece of paper. He folded up the piece of paper and passed it to me. I gave him a questioning look. He gave me a weird look back that I couldn’t decipher. The note was as follows:

     Hey Gemma,

     Sorry I gave you a hard time yesterday about the “Cute Boy” list. It was kind of rude of me.

     Joey

That’s when it hit me that Joey hadn’t recovered from Ms. Pruett’s spell. For me it was just temporary, like a few minutes. But Joey was acting weird. It had to be the spell.

“Um, thanks,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.” I then started taking out all my school stuff so that I could look busy and not have any more awkward moments with Joey until he felt better. He was taking longer to recuperate.

After class I headed straight down toward the lunchroom. On the way there, I saw Trevor going in the opposite direction past me. Our conversation went like this:

            Me: “Hi Trevor!” (with a big smile and enthusiasm)

            Trevor: “Oh, hi Gemma.” (with zombie-like attitude)

            Me: “Okay, have a good lunch!”

            Trevor: “Okay, thanks. Bye.”

            I wondered where he was going, in the opposite direction from the lunch room when it was lunchtime. It took me another couple of moments to realize that the ONLY classroom in that part of campus was Ms. Pruett’s room. He was headed back toward Building 400!

            Yikes! I turned myself around in mid-stride and turned back the way I came. I knew there was no way possible that Trevor would be going to Ms. Pruett’s. Why would anyone in their right mind be going there by themselves?

            I didn’t want Trevor to think I was stalking him, because of course I would never do that. But just in case that’s what it appeared to be, I used as much stealth as possible. I walked in the shadows and stopped to peek out behind bushes and building walls. I saw him up ahead…just before he ENTERED MS. PRUETT’S CLASSROOM.

            My mouth fell open, and I just sort of stared at the door for a while.

            Weird things are going on here at Middleton. And I think Ms. Pruett’s behind it all!


Iva Valentino
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Iva Valentino lives in Arizona with her husband and their dog, Lupo. She graduated from the University of Arizona with a Bachelor’s degree in Biology and a Master’s degree in Education. She thinks visiting cold places is fun, but she loves living year-round in the warm desert.

Iva spent many years as a middle school teacher, where she enjoyed doing cool science experiments with her students. She currently works as a science editor at an educational publishing company. She loves travel, yoga, and photography. There is nothing that brings her more happiness than a good dance class!

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